We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not figures on a dial. We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
Man is a military animal, glories in gunpowder, and loves parade.
Where imperfection ceaseth, heaven begins.
None but the brave and beautiful can love.
Evil and good are God's right hand and left.
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.